Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 237 Stealing the Formula
After driving people out, Li was worried that Rong Jiu would get the truth out. If it was reported that he was unfilial, he would be stabbed in the back, and the villagers would gossip without knowing what to do.

Mrs. Li set up another table under the grape arbor. Mrs. Zhao took advantage of no one's attention and went to Wang Baozhu: "Have you got the recipe?"

Wang Baozhu was afraid that Mrs. Zhao would blame her, so she hurriedly said: "Second Miss has been guarding against me and sent me to the medicine field, so I can't get access to the formula for the time being."

Mrs. Zhao sneered: "Today's housewarming, there are so many people, if something is missing, who would suspect you?"

Wang Baozhu understood, and a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Your servant understands."

The yard was full of noise, and the villagers were pushing cups and changing glasses, but no one noticed that Wang Baozhu was sneaking into Rong Jiu's house.

Wang Baozhu closed the door, her heart was beating wildly, as if she would jump out at any moment, she searched the room quickly, and finally found a recipe for soap in the book on the table.

Wang Baozhu took a pen and copied a copy, then put the things back to the original place, looked at the copied formula in his hand, suppressed the excitement in his heart, hid the formula in his sleeve, looked around, saw no one was around, and exited Close the door.

It was not until the recipe was handed over to Mrs. Zhao that Wang Baozhu's heart calmed down.

Under the grape trellis, the scent of flowers is coming from the nostrils. In the flower garden not far away, there are clusters of flowers, layer upon layer, as gorgeous as the sea.

A look of amazement flashed in Rong Yunqing's eyes, and he walked along the cobblestone path to the bamboo forest, and the cool wind blew in, and he felt refreshed, and the smile on his lips froze before he even lifted it.

In the bamboo hut, Shen Cheng leaned against the table and leaned against the table, because of drunkenness, his handsome face was stained with a hint of wine.

Rong Jiu asked softly: "How is it, are you still uncomfortable?"

Shen Cheng lowered his head halfway, his eyelids slightly closed: "Ah Jiu, hey me."

Rong Jiu cooked a bowl of hangover soup for him to drink: "Next time, do you want to block the drink for me?"

Shen Cheng took a sip, and frowned: "It's too hot."

Rong Jiu blew, and put the fu to his lips again, Shen Cheng took a sip lightly, his eyebrows frowned even tighter: "It's too bitter."

The beautiful husband-in-law has always been gentle and considerate, but when he is drunk, he is so difficult to serve.

Rong Jiu coaxed softly: "It won't be so uncomfortable after drinking."

Shen Cheng turned his face slightly: "Don't drink."

Rong Jiu took a sip: "It's not bitter at all, if you don't believe me, you can try it."

Shen Cheng raised his eyes to look at her, and there was a layer of mist in the bottom of his dark eyes, which was extraordinarily deep and dark because of the smell of alcohol, and it fell on her red lips without blinking.

Rong Jiu's cheeks burned hot under his scorching gaze, Shen Cheng pulled her over, and leaned his head to cover her lips: "Sweet."

Rong Jiu smiled: "Do you still drink?"

Shen Cheng nodded.

Rong Yunqing stood stiffly in the bamboo shadow, tightly twisting the brocade handkerchief in his hand, with a gloomy face, stood for a long time before turning and leaving.

The two of them didn't know that Rong Yunqing had come, and after feeding a bowl of hangover soup, Rong Jiu collapsed into his arms unsteadily.

Shen Cheng looked at her deeply, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You haven't eaten much today, are you hungry?"

Rong Jiu smiled, "I want to eat noodles."

Shen Cheng responded dotingly: "Okay."

Mr. Su was accompanied by Shen Wenhong, and the two went to the kitchen.

"Sanggong, let me help you make a face-to-face meeting."

"it is good."

Shen Cheng raised the corners of his lips, walked around behind her, and held her hand to make noodles together.

Rong Jiu couldn't help but wiped a piece of flour on his face, and smiled like a little fox: "Oh, what a handsome cat."

Shen Cheng also wiped some on the tip of her nose: "Ah Jiu is also handsome."

　Excellent as me, today is still four changes,
　　
　
(End of this chapter)